I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good. Sara Zarr More Quotes by Sara Zarr More Quotes From Sara Zarr . . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. Sara Zarr unfinished-business heart life Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound. Sara Zarr fear memories thinking The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day. Sara Zarr notes kind want That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting. Sara Zarr moments waiting feels That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say. Sara Zarr stuff interesting thinking I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude. Sara Zarr rocks attitude believe Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you. Sara Zarr good-life surprise made Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete. Sara Zarr love-is memories order Sometimes rescue comes to you. It just shows up, and you do nothing. Maybe you deserve it, maybe you don't. But be ready, when it comes, to decide if you will take the outstretched hand and let it pull you ashore. Sara Zarr rescue sometimes hands he's a story i want to know from page one Sara Zarr pages stories want Life needed a fast forward button. Because there were days you just don't want to live through, not again, but they kept coming around and you were powerless to stop time or speed it up or do anything to keep from having to face it. Sara Zarr buttons faces want Because love, love never finishes. Sara Zarr I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement. Sara Zarr san-francisco california jesus My first published book, Story of a Girl, was the fourth book I wrote. Sara Zarr girl stories book I do have a little bit more confidence in - or at least familiarity with - my process. For example, when it feels like it's going badly or that I'm lost, I know I'll eventually find my way because I've been through it before. But writing itself is still hard. Sara Zarr example writing littles No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you. Sara Zarr week happens years In a way, “failure” is just another word for “the journey,” for not being there yet but on the way. It’s the road we walk on to get wherever it is we’re trying to go. Sara Zarr journey trying way Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous. Sara Zarr sexy girl fall It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out. Sara Zarr miracle waiting thinking I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope. Sara Zarr moments knows wonder
